Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Holding her phone, Charlotte felt uneasy. She had a feeling that something had happened to Zachary, so she was hesitating whether she should call him back. However, upon further thought, she decided against it.

A stubborn man like him would not tell her anything even if something bad had happened to him.

However, since he could still call her and declare his dominance, it meant that he was still doing well.

It was better if she did not intervene.

After all, they were not fated to be together.

Sighing, Charlotte placed her phone down and got out of the bathtub. She wrapped a bathrobe around herself, dried her hair in the bedroom and went to sleep.

However, for some reason, Zachary’s figure kept floating around in her mind.

She tried her best to calm down and not think about him, but she could not control her mind at all.

Charlotte only drifted off to sleep at midnight, but she had a dream that Zachary appeared in front of her, his body covered in blood. She widened her eyes and asked him what happened.

Silent, he staggered toward her. Each step he took left behind a bloody footprint.

She wanted to rush over and help him, but she could not move a single inch, as if her feet had been nailed to the ground.

ground like a torn ragdoll.

agony with

“Zachary!”

out his name anxiously and tried her best to move her

her legs. She dashed

sinking,

“No! Zachary!”

his name, Charlotte was jolted awake from her

she stared at the ceiling while

uneasy, she had a strong premonition that something bad had

and was about to call him

can’t destroy this truce because of a moment

that thought, Charlotte placed her phone down, collapsed on the bed

eyes became so tired that she closed them. She kept reminding herself

voice in her mind had traveled to H

on the bed. After finishing his treatment, he was extremely

he did when he

into the church and crash their wedding, his body split with every step